Tyrant's Night Raid

"I said, the room is in the back, you've come to the wrong door, haven't you?"

Samael shook the uninvited guest awake from the bed, giving him a lifeless reminder.

"Hmm... yes, this is it."

The little girl, dressed in a white silk camisole nightgown, was pulled out of bed. She rubbed her sleepy eyes, looked around in a daze, then pulled her head back and yawned in response.

"Huh? This is my house! What are you doing here?"

"I want to sleep with you..."

"Are you out of your mind...? Why?"

Samael's face stiffened, completely bewildered. He pulled Nero out of bed again, woke him up, and brought him to his face.

In the darkness, two small hands covered his cheeks, tracing the contours of his face, even patting and pinching them wantonly, seemingly enjoying themselves immensely.

"Ugh... because you're good-looking, I like you a lot!"

The Roman Tyrant had come to visit cupped Samael's face in his hands, pulling it close to his eyes as if examining a fine work of art. He marveled at it, his emerald eyes sparkling, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Thank you for the compliment. So, now that you're done, could you please get out of my bed?"

Samael's face darkened, and his expression turned hostile.

I almost forgot that this girl will later become a complete looks-obsessed person, the kind who's attracted to both men and women.

I never imagined that as a deity, I would one day be coveted for my beauty.

"Don't be shy, I will bestow upon you the title of Prince and take responsibility for you."

"Not interested!"

"Don't worry, Yu Changzhang will marry you!"

"I refuse!"

"If you're not satisfied, then you can marry me?"

"Thanks for the invitation, but I already have an appointment, and there's no room for discussion!"

"It's alright, I won't dislike you, nor will I mind your mistakes!"

After being rejected repeatedly, Nero put on a stern face, pondered for a moment, then placed her small hand on Samael's shoulder, looked at him with a hint of pity, and spoke earnestly.

The problem is, I mind!

Samael's breath hitched. Faced with this narcissistic and troublesome child, he was driven to the brink of madness. When he came to his senses, he realized that he seemed to have been led astray by the other girl's bizarre line of thinking. He immediately shut up with a dark face, too lazy to argue with this girl.

Just as the ancient snake made up his mind to stop talking nonsense and throw the troublesome little girl back into her own room, a short figure stood on the bed in the darkness, her arms outstretched, revealing her waist and abdomen. Her little face was buried in his chest, like a little kitten, affectionately nuzzling and whispering.

"I already know that you've always cared about me and haven't abandoned me. I'm very happy and content..."

"..."

Feeling the arms tighten around his waist, Samael released his grip on the little girl's collar, sighed softly, and his eyes softened slightly.

Hope in times of despair is all the more precious and unforgettable.

His act of helping Nero in her desperate situation has likely earned him a very important place in her heart.

Of course, this is not lust; it is a form of self-protection, an unconscious reliance on and closeness to someone you trust.

Therefore, during the few days Nero rested at the Celtic camp, he would intentionally or unintentionally get close to him and try to stay by his side.

However, in order to cultivate a good relationship between Nero and Boudica, he refused time and time again.

However, it now seems that the previous plan to forge an alliance between Britain and Rome was somewhat hasty.

Boudica's gentleness and wisdom did not necessarily represent the attitude of all Celts. They had little impression of the Romans to begin with, so it was impossible for them to change their minds overnight. Given Nero's previous life of dependence on others, he could not have acted as carefree and optimistic as he did.

No matter how intelligent she is, she still has the mind of a child, and her sense of crisis and panic still exist to some extent.

So, once she found out his attitude the next day, the little girl, who had been anxiously waiting for several days for fear of being abandoned, went to get close to him.

"It's so heartwarming, let Yu stay a little longer..."

Nero rubbed her face lightly, making a pleasant nasal sound.

Samael hesitated for a moment before raising his hand and gently stroking Nero's head.

Nero's golden tuft of hair swayed with pleasure, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he nodded with delight.

"Mmm, mmm, just like that, don't stop, don't stop..."

It looked just like a kitten sprawled out on a sofa, waiting for someone to tickle it.

Having thoroughly enjoyed the pleasure of being patted on the head, Nero became increasingly content and couldn't help but yawn. Then, with a hint of lingering satisfaction, he raised his little face and mischievously pinched Samael's cheek with his small hand, looking languid.

"Lord Samael, I am sleepy and want to sleep. You may attend to me now. I will allow you to hold me while we sleep."

"Your Majesty, the one who has come."

The ancient serpent gently stroked Nero's head, a graceful smile blooming on its face. Then, a wicked hand reached out towards the Roman Tyrant...

... the back of the neck...

Before Nero could react, Samael strode out of the room, went to the backyard, and casually tucked the little girl into her own bed.

To allow His Majesty to sleep peacefully as soon as possible, he thoughtfully bound him with magic ropes.

The unwilling struggle caused the bed to creak and shake, and a small, silent mouth let out a plaintive sob.

A night raid, huh!

Samael, is that right?

So, you're going to serve me in bed?

You're so quick to take advantage of others, what kind of psychological problem do you have?

Samael locked the door without any hesitation, turned around and went back to his bedroom, where he comfortably crawled into bed and lay down, looking completely content.

This bed is huge; it's definitely more comfortable to be alone.

Want to sleep with him? Haha, don't be silly!

In Greece, he had to take care of Athena and a bunch of Typhon's Offspring; in Northern Europe, he raised Fenrir and Hela from infancy to adulthood; now that we're in Rome, you still want him to take care of children? No way! Go play by yourself!

The ancient snake stretched comfortably, pulled up the covers with satisfaction, closed its eyes, and drifted off to sleep. As its consciousness sank, a pleasant smile gradually appeared on the man's lips.

The long night Calamity Jane, and I slept soundly until dawn.

The next morning, Samael got up refreshed and leisurely went for a walk in the camp. On the way, he greeted Boudica, who was up early to patrol the camp, and then turned to the kitchen to see what the breakfast was for.

Before long, the residents of the Celtic tribe began to wake up, eagerly anticipating the return of meat to their homes.

Amidst the rising smoke, Boudica carried her meal to the grass, sat down next to Samael, and casually discussed some preparations and arrangements for the upcoming events.

For example, a hundred elite soldiers were selected, organized into a unit, and given rigorous military and mystical training to facilitate Nero's return to Rome.

As for the most suitable instructor, he would naturally be the Roman Centurion who was rescued by the Druid and whose injuries are now mostly healed.

In addition, Britain was still in the period of tribal alliance, Boudica's last operation suffered heavy losses, making it difficult to suppress the resurgence of some tribes.

Gang, this elite force can take a stroll around the vicinity, give a warning to a few restless tribes, and if necessary, carry out a decapitation operation to eliminate potential threats before setting off.

Turn around and have Brunhilde oversee the operation to ensure everything goes smoothly, and also to boost her confidence.

After the two discussed the overall preparations in detail, Boudica suddenly felt enlightened, and the dark clouds hanging over his head seemed to gradually dissipate.

On a whim, Her Your Majesty casually asked about matters of state and policy that she found difficult to decide. With his extensive experience and knowledge, as well as his experience as King who had served two terms, Samael was able to come up with solutions with ease. His words always hit the nail on the head, resolving the problems with ease.

Before anyone knew it, Brunhilde, the two Britain princesses, and a certain Tyrant with dark circles under his eyes and a yawning expression all came closer and sat down on the grass to listen.

In just half an hour, with the last of the tribe's months-long administrative tasks being resolved by the man in front of her, Boudica's shoulders slumped, and she felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation, a sigh of relief welling up within her.

"To be honest, I really want you to be the King. With you here, I can at least get a good night's sleep..."

"Cough cough..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Nero coughed violently, grabbed Samael's sleeve, and looked at the Queen with a hint of wariness in her eyes.

Boudica, who had been interrupted, snapped back to her senses, hurriedly raised her hand to cover her mouth, blushed slightly, and awkwardly shut up.

If he were to become King, wouldn't that mean...?

Indeed, it was abrupt...